That’s right kiddies, yours truly has slain the dragon. That is if the dragon was a de-tuned* Sprint Cup stock car. I did it, and survived to tell the tale. If you’re interested in both the on-track experience, and the days leading up to it check out the story about my very own Richard Petty Driving Experience.
*de-tuned is sort of a misnomer, I mean after all if it’s 650 horsepower versus 850 does it really matter all that much? I mean did the astronauts flying the space shuttle feel less like kick-ass explorers when NASA said the burn cycle for the boosters in low orbit would be 30 minutes versus 45 minutes? Hell no, I mean if it ends up delivering the mail who cares? If this failed to appeal to your senses I can also make a Chuck Yeager or X-Games analogy. Just let me know.